#kylar is not mentioned by name in this chapter but it is VERY important for you to know that he IS in this HE IS DOING ALOT

[deliriousdesserts]

Hush, hush, hush. (3) // A DoL Self Insert fic !!

Characters are from my own sideblog (Osnii the Indecent) and my two good friends' sideblogs, @kayasbookshelf and @nyx-obsidi. General TWs for a mature fic w smut scenes about DoL should be noted and taken seriously considering I will have fun with the explicit parts, hehe :3 characters will likely be referred to with nicknames at points, so check my sideblog's post on that if it's confusing. Anyway, i hope you enjoy chapter 3 if you choose to read lolol

Chapter 3: Kitty Kitty..

"A baby cat, she crawls toward the saucer, Full of thick, white joy, that prophesizes sweet, strong dreams for her. So she drinks till her stomach is full and swelling with the bounty of her luck. The pungent watering hole she once sipped at bubbles and boils at the sight, It shakes the earth with its rage, shattering the saucer, And the kitten, hungry on its journey back to the broken vessel, Pieces the shards, hoping and praying fervently that milk would flourish in its bowl, So it may fill its starving maw with its sweet dreams once more."

“One.. two.. three.. four.. Hmm, I could swear I put something else in here too..” she mutters below her breath, checking the now emptied cart.

“Is it this?” The cashier tiredly holds up a 2d keychain of a cat whose cartoonish face was contorted with the sort of feral anger that children found funny. Its fur stood on end and its eyes were pointed and completely red, to add that extra layer of silliness.

It reminded her of the person she bought it for. Though, she’s not sure if she actually has the gall to give it to him.

Kaya smiles as she pays, “Thank you, I’m getting a bit blinder these days..”

The cashier quietly packs the things she’d gotten, stuffing it in a plastic bag and handing it over with a very unenthused, “Thank you for your time at the Dollar Steals, come again.”

She happily skips out of the shop with the bag in her hands. Buying things for people felt so good, especially when her internalized thoughts of this person would love this but I don’t have enough for it was finally put to rest. She looks through the bag, just to reaffirm her joy, and sure enough, she’s beaming at the three gag shirts she got for herself, Nyx, and Osnii. She can’t wait to stuff them in these for a sleepover.

Then there was the bookmark she’d gotten for Sydney, and.. the keychain.

“Should I have gotten this..”

The thought is silent when it hesitantly comes out. She rubs a thumb over the sheen of the keychain, and it curls up a tad, revealing a shinier surface beneath. Shoot, was he going to chew her out if he notices it’s already been a bit opened up? No, was he going to let her live it down if she gave him something?

Kaya doesn’t know what to feel about Whitney anymore. When the semester started, hell, the last few years itself were just him bugging, teasing, groping, assaulting her.. If anything Nyx and Osnii warned her about even seeped in a bit, she wouldn’t be buying a stupid silly keychain for her tormentor. The trope of studious characters who have no self respect was something she despised in books yet here she was, acting like a cliché!

Her grip on the keychain tightens but then almost as quickly calms, why would she get mad at this angry little kitty when she could just as easily channel that anger into the next time she has to choke on his dick? Yeah, why.. why would she even give this to him? Maybe it’d pacify him.

Maybe.. he’d think she became an admirer of hers, someone who distantly watched as he assaulted whoever whenever and romanticized it. But in this case, she was the person being assaulted, and she.. she would be the person to romanticize her own assault.

She needs to hide the evidence of this ever existing from those two. Luckily, she hadn’t encountered them all day. Maybe that coffee really did a number on her brain because she dodged and evaded their every slight presence, even choosing to eat in the library with Sydney.. which he did scold her a good deal for, but it’s alright.

As she walks home, a long one since Domus was quite a ways away from Connodatus, she watches the cars pass by her. Some flying, some crawling, some swerving and getting yells from the pedestrians.. What a quaint little city. She could almost forget the fact that-

Splash!

-this was Rapechester. The city where she can’t let her guard down else she’ll be raped or, even worse, she’ll be thrown a cum balloon at.

Maybe.. Maybe it was time to consider those dance lessons that Osnii was raving about a few months ago. It’d help her get better on her feet, something she’s terrible at currently, evident by the few scrapes on her knees from when Whitney tripped her up and the sopping, thick white mess that has stained her lovely pink top. She had dressed nice to go out shopping, just as a treat, and this was how it repaid her.. at least it was Osnii’s turn to do laundry this week. She’s more than receptive to cleaning off jizz from their clothes when they don’t want to.

It did make her feel a tad guilty but she’ll have to put that aside. She didn’t feel like touching more spunk than she needed to.

“I’m home..” She enters the room, expecting a long, tight hug from Osnii, but no dice.

Instead, there’s Nyx sitting on the bed, staring at her with those suspicious eyes. Even with her arms stuffed in the pocket-holes of her hoodie, she looked like she was sternly crossing her arms and judging her very being. She must’ve caught on.

“Hi, Nick,” Kaya sweetly smiled, setting the bag on her bed and sorting out the shirts and whatnot, making sure to hide the bookmark between the folds of one of them, “You seen Ozzy lately? She’s so hard to come by, nowadays.”

“Says you,” Nyx huffs and gets up, coming behind Kaya just to pull her into a tight hug, her face buried between those fluffy white ears.

“I got to cuddle with Oz last night. I haven’t even caught a glimpse of you in like, days.”

She’s not sure what she expected from Nyx. There’s times where she’ll forget how clingy she is. And yet, Kaya can’t help but smile dorkily.

“Well, you’re catching one of me now, so..”

“..Listen, I know what kind of job you did,” Nyx admits, a bit strained, “I don’t judge you for it. Just.. you can lean on me. You can lean on us.”

“Yeah but..” Kaya turns in her arms and wiggles her fingers toward Nyx, warding her off with the awful promise of a tickle attack, “Leaning on both of you doesn’t really help in getting you guys gifts, now does it?”

“Ufh..” Nyx pouts and backs off, walking backward to get on her bed, leaning her back against the wall. She looked especially tired today.

“..When do you think she’s coming around again?” Kaya asks softly as she opens up one of the shirts, the graphic reading out Watch out, I’m hot!

“I dunno,” Nyx responds almost absentmindedly, taking her phone out and busying herself with it.

“It’s an important question, Nick,” Kaya purses her lower lip, pleading, “she’s not making you keep anything from me, right?”

“..Oz’s out for a few days.”

“She’s what?!” Kaya yells, and in an instant, Nyx is pressed against her back, hand over her mouth and glare narrowed and focused on her.

“And you wonder why we keep things from you sometimes..” she sighs before quickly adding, “she says if you scold her, she’s not doing laundry this week for me, so please, for the love of god, leave her be.”

“Oh, so you can be worried about me, but I can’t be worried about her?” Kaya bites out and shrugs her off before shaking her head, “Seriously, how many times do I have to tell you that she isn’t some invincible sex and money-making machine? If you treat her like that then-“

“-She’ll treat herself like that, yes, yes, I know, gods..” Nyx runs a hand through her hair and huffs, “whatever. Not a word to her, okay?”

“..And those gag shirts look cute. I’m sure she’ll like them. Just keep hers opened on her bed this Thursday night.”

With an exasperated breath, she goes over to Osnii’s neatly made bed, only so neat because she’s apparently gone for a few days. “I’ll just do it now. It’s not like she’ll come home early.”

Trembling fingers pull apart the shirt, and the heat transfer printed text sticks and comes undone slightly. She spreads it out on the empty bed and makes her way back to the plastic bag, sorting out the rest.

Kaya wishes the two of her friends would treat themselves with a bit more care. If they don’t, then she sure as hell would for them.

It's hazy around Nyx. A thick fog that she’s never encountered, even in the Moor where she’ll sneak off to escape Kaya’s extremely rare conniptions. It smells of human salt and it wafts around her like a weighted touch. It’s a puzzling sensation she’s never felt before.

She’s knocked to her back by the fog, onto the ground. She doesn’t know whether it’s a cozy surface but it’s sticky, smooth and soft. It takes shape, tangible hands formed of unfamiliar warmth that part her legs with difficulty. But it’s like she can’t fight back against these lewd limbs that aren’t attached to a head.. but still, they seem to have one thing and only one thing in their mind.

“Nyx..”

She knows it doesn’t have a mouth. There’s nothing that she can visibly see speaking.

Was she hallucinating? No, what was this whole situation? She knows she’s never even seen such a strange place, somewhere that phased in and out of looking like her perfectly normal and comfortable bedroom, and the old churchyard where she and her bandmates would smoke up a few blunts, and.. a mansion she’s never seen before.

The ghostly fingers brush against her panties, eliciting a curl in her spine. It rubbed right against her clit, something that surprised her so badly that one of her legs staggered into the air out of shock. Yet it seems like this entity, these wandering hands wanted to venture further.

She can’t feel a barrier the next time it brushes against her most sensitive parts.

Ugh, she can’t even move herself. She’s paralyzed. She’s stuck to the ground. She’s pulled there by some force, something that doesn’t seem to be working against her in some odd way. But she was to get up, to check the situation between her thighs, to-

Oh fucking gods. What was this fog-built hand doing, dragging a finger in her? Was this even hygienic? Fuck, Osnii would tease her to the hot hells if she got a yeast infection before she got laid first. She tries, despite her body’s comforting hold over her, to struggle, but it seems this shift in her has alerted the hands.

They’re warm and wrapped around her wrists, pinning them above her head. She notes that they barely wrap around her wrists, they’re small yet incredibly forceful. And as she looks onward, there’s nothing.

She feels something though. Something incredibly hot, wet and lithe. It parts her minor labia in a pathetic attempt, it’s clearly too small to really splay in such a large way. Yet the fact that it’s so small may give it some leverage against her because it’s awfully quick with its trips around her clit.

It's laving attention on her, in an unbearably thorough manner as if it wanted to taste her forever.

“Oh Nyx..”

This time, she can pay attention to the voice. Shaky, soft, and husky, almost reverent with how it moans her name. It also sounded like it had a lot to handle with its mouth already, and now she can imagine what appendage of this mysterious fog thing is eating her out at the moment.

It gets eager. Sucking and licking a bit faster, she can feel herself grow uncomfortable, an odd tension building in the bottom of her spine and at the pit of her stomach. She’d be lying if the latter didn’t feel somewhat good from this heat. She found herself shaking, her thighs trembling and her voice finally choking out of her.

“A- Angh..”

The noise seems to spur this being of fog and lust on, it gets ruthless with how it laves its tongue over her and how it gets more impatient with sucking her clit. She wants to yell and scream at it to not kiss and suckle on that bundle of nerves because whenever it does so, she elicits a sound so high pitched that her bandmates would absolutely make fun of her if they heard it. They’d make her the vocalist in an instant and the idea of singing at the center while they cackled at her was not appealing.

“Oh gods!”

That was new. Has she ever called out for the gods without adding an actual expletive before it? Whatever that odd moan was, the Moor Mouth, as she’ll call it, shows its appreciation for the show she’s putting on for it. Its small, warm and wet hands leave her wrists, which don’t have much interest in defying this now anyway, and they dig into her thighs.

She can feel it coil in her stomach like a warm knot that’s ready to tighten till it snaps and she’s chasing that high just as much as this unseeable entity is.

All at once, it raises her hips, and the change in angle along with the fervent kisses to her clit has her tumbling off the ledge so hard she feels the inside of her thighs grow wet and warm with a liquidy feeling.

And whatever was between her thighs takes her newly limp and shaking body as a sign to clean her off with its tongue. It’s so enthusiastic too, she swears she feels kisses over her mound and thighs, but maybe she’s delirious.

Delirious. Where the fuck was she, actually? She asked herself this but the feeling of this vague being going down on her distracted her so badly that she completely forgot that this place..

..It wasn’t real. As she digs her fingers into her palm, she wakes up.

“Ufh.. uh.. ahh..”

“...”

It's not too dark outside. Actually, scratch that, it is fucking dark as hell outside, Kaya’s light at her desk is the only thing that made her think it wasn’t actually night time.

“..Are you okay?” The bunny girl asks from her desk, one hand gently pulling the brightness toggle a bit more so that she could see Nyx’s face.

“I think.. I just.. had a wet dream.”

And like a dad who’s left alone with his teenage daughter who tells him she’s having her first period, Kaya gapes at her with absolutely no words for a few seconds before getting up and fussing over her with absolutely no idea what she should be doing.

The puddle in her bedsheets below her ass were evidence of an orgasm, and according to the apparently useful gibberish that Osnii said during lunch periods, it was an extremely good one since it seems she.. squirted.

“Oh gods, oh gods, I.. Fuck, Osnii should’ve been here..!” She rushes around, rummaging through drawers for tissues.

Nyx can only really remember Kaya fussing over her before her thoughts fizzle out and her eyes dilate, fixating on a specific detail.

Red, crescent shaped marks dug into her thighs, near her torn up panties.

Kaya’s spacing out for the first time in forever.

It's not like Doren’s bad at teaching English. Quite the opposite, she thinks he’s a lovely English teacher, but she’s focused on his hands as he waves them around in the air while speaking about the love between two characters in the drama they were reading an excerpt of.

Hands were all she could think about after Nyx told her all about her wet dream to her on the way to school. She usually went with Robin but considering how shaken her usually unbothered roomie was, she couldn’t help but hear her out. Now, the Moor Mouth was all she could think about. The name was funny and the concept was stupid.

Her eyes drag up to his mouth. It was gruff, his lower lip scarred with a notch, and his three o’clock shadow darkened the area around it.

No, stop it. Oh my god. Is she seriously looking at Mr. Doren, her lovely English teacher, in this.. this way? Maybe this was the price of doing a bit of sex work. Now it’s all she can think about.

It's fine. The money’s worth whatever little corruption it did to her. Her morals would be fine. She’d be okay.

In the corner of her eyes, as she’s comforting herself, she notices Whitney staring. She really hadn’t expected him to be in an English class of all of them, but considering it gave her an opportunity to hand over the little trinket she’d bought.. for.. him.. God, it still felt odd to acknowledge.

Had she actually grown attached to him? Maybe she needs to see Harper. Osnii says mostly good things about him.

“..Hey, Whitney,” she murmurs softly, looking over at him in small glances as if she was scared to stare at him for even more time than she was allotted in his head. He pays attention though, blinking and raising his brows.

“Yeah, slut?”

The nickname sent a prong of warmth into her abdomen. It was so shameful to admit to herself, the fact that she had actually slowly grown to like what degradation he threw at her. She started rationalizing recently that it was just because he’s giving her a dose of something the people around her normally wouldn’t. He’s the only person she sees on a semi-regular basis that would do this to her. It was enticing in the worst possible way.

“If- If I give you something..” She looks away, too ashamed to even finish.

“Come on. I don’t feel like getting detention for snapping your neck toward me, dumbass. Look at me.”

She forces it out anyway, turning her head back to glance at him. Her eyes screw shut as she quickly drops the gift-wrapped item onto his desk.

“..Throw it out if it doesn’t matter.”

It's weird. She thinks he would’ve responded at this point. No, he’s quiet. Every book’s few pages before the third act plot twist seems to have taught her a thing about the calm before the storm, because if there was one thing she wouldn’t do, it was trusting the little peace Whitney gave her. She heard the audible sound of the wrapping tearing, so he must’ve discovered it.

When the period’s done and over with, she’s out of there, her heart pounding a mile per second, and her legs flying her toward the lunch hall. She wants to see Nyx and Osnii’s faces, to tell them all about this stupid choice she made, but she notices that neither of them is there. She knows about the latter’s situation but what of Nyx? Did she go on a hunt for the Moor Mouth or something? The thought made her chuckle to herself as she set her bag down at an empty table.

She goes off to get her lunch from the canteen counters and once she’s back with a decent amount of sausage and mash and, begrudgingly, a packet of orange juice. The kind lunch lady gave it to her for free and she wasn’t going to decline it. Maybe she’ll pass this off to Whitney too, try and pacify him a bit more.

..Although she doesn’t even know if that previous attempt worked at all.

As she sits down and has her first few bites of lunch, she notes a looming shadow that gets increasingly bigger as the seconds pass. Her instincts kick in and she whips her head around. Whatever the LED light in the cafeteria had against her that day came to a peak as it strongly glinted off of this person’s piercings.

She knows the scent, she doesn’t need to lie to herself that there’s another person who has that many eye-blinding piercings. She rubs her eye and murmurs, “..yes, Whitney?”

“Stuff your face and get to the back in five minutes.”

It was an order and she knows how he gets with orders if she defies them. When that shadow moves across the hall, she dissects the look on his face as she shovels the rest of her food down her gullet. It was lost, conflicted and a bit confused. His eyes were uncharacteristically unsure. Even his tone seemed an inch less confident than usual.

“The mash was great today,” Kaya smiles at the lunch lady, setting her empty tray in the bin of trays, half eaten or mostly wiped. The lunch lady waves her off and she feels a bit warm. It was nice to have atleast one kind person’s attention that afternoon.

She puts her bag in her locker and checks the time. Her stomach was a bit tossed from having eaten that quickly but if she ran, she could reach in a minute.

“Whitney-!” She calls out as she comes to a halt in her sprint down the halls and to the back of the storage shed. She hunches over and sets her hands on her knees, breathing hard. For a few seconds, all she can hear is her heartbeat thundering in her head.

But his voice finally comes through.

“You,” He grabs her collar and pushes her up against the wall of the shed. The overgrown vines and foliage is a welcome softness against her back.

“How come you whine and plead about money every single fucking day when I try getting a twenty from you, and all of a sudden, you spend? Not even just that-“ He wags the keychain in front of her face, “It’s not a new bag to replace your beat up dirty one, or stationery, it’s a fucking keychain for me. Of all people.”

He shoves the keychain in his pocket and narrows his eyes, slamming his hands to the walls near the sides of her head.

“Talk. And if you try to brush it off, I know for a fucking fact you gave that nerd in the library a bookmark today too. Pixie was bragging about gifts that you got her and that slut.”

“Don’t call her Pixie.. and don’t call Ozzy a slut, she’s..” Kaya chews her lip. It was much harder to answer the first part of his words than rebuke against how he talked about her friends.

At the mention of Sydney, she remembers something odd. He asked her about Osnii. Not just that, he called her a lecher, a.. sinner? ..She guesses she’ll ask Osnii about it when she catches her next.

“If you want me to change that up,” He snarls, “You better fucking talk.”

“..I got a bonus at the place I-“

His words come out as an angry growl, and she wants to laugh a bit at it but with the way his eyes are set on her, it’s like he’s intent on doing anything for answers.

“I’m not playing a game of lies with you. You know how to fucking admit the truth.”

His hands grab at her, splayed and dug into the back of her thighs before he turns her quickly. She’s so dizzy from the sudden turn she could puke, but it seems like he has no intention to use her mouth today for some god-forgiven reason, so she’s saved.

Or not. She feels his hard, throbbing cock slip between her thighs and she lets out a soft, shaky breath of surprise when he grinds against her simple panties.

“I- I got money from- a- a guy-!” She hesitates in every second of her admitting but once it’s out, she knows it’s not enough. He grinds harder and she finds some silencing comfort in the vines in front of her.

“Specific, whore.”

“He’s-“ her grasp on the vines tighten to the point where they break off and she nearly slips, but his rugged hand keeps her up.

“Clumsy fuck.”

..Was she being delusional or was he a bit softer with how he manhandled her?

“I- I just- got money from him f- for.. doing stuff like this for him..!” She staggers, her hands trying to find any remaining growth to grip and tear at.

“..You have a sugar daddy.”

“W- What?” A sharp slap to her ass and she nearly yells, if it weren’t for how many times she’s had to experience Whitney’s frustrations, they would’ve been caught then and there, but she bites on her lip. The sharp pain on both her asscheek and her bottom lip has her reeling and panting.

“Of course you couldn’t make money in a normal fucking way,” He grits out, precum and sweat letting the slip and pull of his cock go faster, “Of course you had to whore yourself out you..”

Something in her, the strings of self-respect and confidence that upheld her everyday to face the world around, snapped. She pulls away from him and holds herself, her hands on her upper arms as she shakes and quivers. Whitney stands there, zipping his pants up as he watches her rush away.

“..Fuck,” he grunts and runs a hand through his hair, looking aside. His other hand stuffs into his pocket and rubs the keychain in his pocket.

But she’s too far gone to notice this semblance of regret. She runs to her locker, grabbing her bag and going to the infirmary to submit a leave on the grounds of distress. They grant it to her quickly at the sight of her nearly bursting with tears.

For all she’d gone through to get these gifts, she hadn’t expected the reality of how she got that money to affect her so badly.

Nyx took the bus home that day. She typically would be at her band practice at this time, but she heard from this tan short kid with messy black hair that Kaya had gone home early, during lunch specifically. She thanked this boy and promised to treat him since catching Kaya’s breakdowns was rare.

That made it seem like she considered her friend a zoo exhibit, but that wasn’t the case. It was rare to catch it this early, so it can be handled before it blew up even more. Though she’s a little upset Osnii isn’t around because Nyx isn’t the very best at comforting.

She was also a little glad because her thighs were way too weak to run all the way home.

“Kaya-!” She sets her bag down on the bed as soon as she’s in their room and rushes in for a hug. Kaya holds her back with the same amount of need.

“Nyx..” She sobs into her shoulder and mumbles a whole lot that Nyx can’t understand. But she’ll try.

She’ll try to understand. She can’t lose her. Not when she could step in somehow.

yes nyx got head :3 if youre still confused, it was not a dream !!